The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 714

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 714
Even though the event was about to end, the crowd only seemed to have grown larger. Everyone wanted to watch the match between Warren and Fabian.

The entire stadium was now so filled to the brim that in a way, it resembled a busy beehive.

Warren and Fabian themselves were currently warming up.

“Both of them are equally amazing! You know, Fabian’s the first runner up in our county while Warren’s the champion of Sunnydale! Their reputations are sky high!”

“Oh? Well this is definitely going to be interesting then! I’m still supporting Fabian though! Let’s hope he brings honor to the Salford Province!”

“I personally support Warren! He just looks so experienced!”

Almost all of the audience members were discussing the lively event among themselves, and that included Gerald’s classmates.

“Say Gerald, who do you think will win?” asked a few girls curiously as they surrounded him.

“I think they’re both equally great! I really can’t say!”

“Aww, come on! Don’t you know Warren too?” added one of the girls as she nudged his arm.

Gerald was definitely familiar with who he was. He was also all too clear that Warren’s fighting capability wasn’t limited to Taekwondo.

If he was going to be honest, Warren was most definitely going to come out on top. However, he didn’t feel the need to reveal his personal opinion.

“Why are you even asking him? As if he’d know anything about Taekwondo! You just have an extra dollar or two in hand, stop trying to push your opinions on others!” growled Isabelle as she turned around to glare at Gerald out of the blue.

It was as though she had a screw loose or something. Regardless of what Gerald did, she seemed to be completely against it. Gerald himself didn’t want to escalate the situation.

While he was well aware that it was slightly cruel of him to take the spotlight away from Fabian during the earlier donor appreciation event, constantly verbally abusing him definitely felt a bit too much.

Once the match began, Isabelle kept moving around, clearly blocking his view on purpose. She was definitely trying her hardest to make it hard for him to enjoy the competition, and understanding her motive only served to make Gerald’s blood boil even hotter.